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May 2020
And she sang so fervently.
With such finesse, I forgot my favorite song.
So she repeated it.

And I'll say it again, if I were to love you,
It would mean the end of me.

So I decided to listen.
Written by
Gustavo P  22/M/Chicago
(22/M/Chicago)   
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